The Unkempt Journal

 I hate my nose rings. I hate my nose. Can I chop it off? Can I leave this planet?  Even a cactus feels the prick of a needle. Don't hurt someone used to wounds. 

What is this magic of the moon? Its endless waxing and waning like waves washing over.  My neck aches, but from down here, everything looks bright and nice. 

 It is Nithin's birthday today. It's been a normal day and I just logged out of work. Eapen and I are waiting eagerly for the birthday lad to get home from work. As I settle before the screen to make a note of the day, Easwari akka is busy in the kitchen and amidst her hurried cooking, I tell her of the special day. She smiles and asks for cake. "We'll celebrate on Saturday and save your share of cake," I tell her.  The evening sky isn't dramatic today. Just a pale blue sheet warped with mellow clouds.  The holiday month starts tomorrow. There is joy, excitement and much warmth in the air.